Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm gettin' now
I gotta pry these vices off me that just me down
So let the gauge
I fill the pipes of my kitchen sink scotch
Wash the glass out, do my dishes, my spot
I was smokin weed on my canopy
But nowadays all I really need is my
I found solace, I found a gal don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the sound of calliope
Don't wanna be my dad's son
But my momma's death taught me how to my lungs
You see, nothing cleanses me like a mile run
help me untangle every dream I've spun

I am lookin' at my new front
I a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my short
Still I'm, I'm here
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of what I wasn't

I will be confined by a
And that a mantra
I just think healthy for me to wander
Throught the haze
The ghost and promenades
Where corporate penpushers choke down marmalade
Engineers of romance,
Avenue performers, twisting buskers
Multi-colored pill-shoveling shady pool hustlers
Discharge outta their car mufflers
My town breeds deers and wild foxes
My life is scattered all around the in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's quite of God's plan, you understand.

I am lookin' at my new door
I made a bird feeder outta beer lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not about to another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
in no time to keep my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't

I understood better than ever
But it just ain't for me, not my cup of tea
I accept the that my demons are presenting though
means being patient with a six-year old
That means I when I'm wrong or we don't make love
And just we break down doesn't mean we break up
And yeah, we got money problems, so
We share a that's so robust
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow those archaic
Have a family, stay healthy my lifetime
I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, practice
I yearn for a therapeutic
My dad is 66-years old, he runs miles every other day
more can I say?
But are the golden years, friends
I loved my 20's but I would not do again
begin, it goes

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a bird feeder outta bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not about to bite poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no to keep my fuse short
I'm, I'm right here
If they don't wanna love me, 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of what I wasn't